Tools of the Trade
There is an open collar waiting for you. The tools I have at my disposal can be used softly, a butterfly whispering accrost your skin. They can also be used harshly, pain that can only end at your Mistress' desire.
And that desire can let the pain and humiliation go on for quite a while. Attatched to the pillar in the middle of the room, I can see you, play with you and all your resistance is just more pleasing to Me.
What shall you have used on you? A crop? A good start. A slapper? The 'R' will mark you, brand you as Mine for days.
Perhaps I should just take that rope and secure you to the pillar. Arms bound and your legs spread, I will do what I will to you.
Do what I will? What won't I do. And as my fingers trace along your skin, touching the welts I have left and making your muscles tense for what is coming next, the collar goes around your neck. You are Mine. |
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